The chapter of canons of the Collegiate Church of the Holy Zebra mark their titular feast-day.*
(Also, photo stolen from the wonderful Catholic eye-candy weblog The Far Sight 2.0).
*Actually, as I am fond of repeating, there really was a "Church of the Holy Zebra," a nickname given to an earlier, riotously stripey Siennese Romanesque building that housed a New York Unitarian congregation; their current place of worship is a rather austere Deco take on Colonial. I used to walk past it every time I made the mammoth multi-block trek down to the nearest Kinko's.
"In retrospect, leaning against that freshly-painted fence before the procession may not have been the best idea."
ReplyDeleteThe canons in procession to their monthly barbershop appointment.
ReplyDeleteFather Thomas and his brothers never realized that the hair shirt was meant to be worn beneath their other clothing.
ReplyDeleteAnd with the arrival of the refs, we are finally ready for our annual Cardinals vs. Prelates tournament!
ReplyDeleteYes, but I'm guessing now you have to do something supremely undignified for a person of your stature, such as drive a car to your nearest Kinko's.
ReplyDeleteYes, good point, Thomas. (And they have yet to put up the royal warrant I've awarded them). And the local Kinko's is next door to a Sheraton, not a handsome Unitarian church. On the other hand, the Kinko's here is next to a pretty amazing frozen custard shop.
ReplyDeleteFrozen custard? That just sounds wrong. How do you pour it?
ReplyDeleteVatican monkeys finally made to good use.
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Richard -- it's quite wonderful. Like ice cream, but richer.
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It's also available in New York at Shake Shack in Madison Square Park, incidentally.
Frozen custard is somewhat eggier than ice cream, IIRC. You see a lot of it in Pennsylvania, etc. It's been invading Ohio lately. Good stuff, though.
ReplyDeleteYes, eggier is the right word. It seems to have quite a following in the Upper Midwest, with a sort of Ground Zero in the Milwaukee-Madison area. I had not heard about Pennsylvania, but that is interesting. It also seems to be the sort of thing one gets at places like Coney Island, but don't quote me on that. If Dan of the Holy Whapping, the Shrine's resident Custardologist, can chime in, we'd be much obliged.
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